Page 81 of Best Kept Secret
CHAPTER 37
LOGAN
Ican’t stop grinning like an asshole as I button my shirt. When I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror in my dressing room, I briefly hate myself. It takes all I have not to kick my own ass. Who knew love could turn you into a pathetic fool? I bite back my smug smirk, turning away from the mirror and shrugging on my suit jacket.
As I walk out of my closet, tying my tie, I stop in my tracks, taken aback by the sight of Millie lying there in my bed. My bed, where we made love last night. Twice. My bed where I held her as she fell asleep on my chest. My bed where I woke with her soft body curled into mine. My bed where she belongs.Ourfucking bed. Christ, there goes my heart.
Her red hair is wild, splayed out on the pillows, her face peaceful in sleep, the duvet pulled up high enough, covering her naked body, but slipping low enough to give a tantalizing hint of her silky-smooth skin.
For a long moment I just stand here, rooted to the spot, staring at her. She’s… everything. And she’s mine. Fuck. How the hell did I get to be such a lucky bastard?
My gaze flits to my suitcase waiting by the door like a stark slap to the face, and my heart sinks as reality settles in.
We shared the most perfect night together last night. For the first time in my twenty-four years, I said the L word, and I fucking meant it. I love her. And she loves me right back. And now I have to leave town for five days? I swear to God, hockey is nothing but a cruel, sadistic mistress of misery.
I heave a sigh, tugging on the back of my neck, tentatively approaching the bed. I don’t want to wake her. She looks so beautiful, so soft and delicate, her thick lashes fanning over her cheeks, the hint of a smile ghosting her pretty pink lips.Mine.
Leaning in, I press a soft kiss to Millie’s warm cheek, allowing my lips to linger with a whispered, “Bye, baby.”
A soft moan of objection slips from her lips, causing my dick to stir, her hand reaching up and cupping my jaw. “Don’t leave me,” she rasps.
“I’ve gotta go, babe. My flight leaves in an hour,” I murmur against her cheek.
Eyes still closed, a sleep-filled smile tugs on her lips as she wraps her hand around the back of my head, pulling me even closer, urging my lips to hers.
I cup her cheek, grazing her lips with mine, but she’s like a fucking drug, and the scent of her hair combined with her warmth, and the soft sounds she makes, make it so I can’t stop myself from dragging my tongue along the seam of her lips and pushing inside when she parts for me. I lick into her mouth, finding her tongue and coaxing it to play, and with a needy whimper, she tangles with mine, wrapping both her arms around my neck and holding me where I am, kissing me like a woman starved.
“How am I supposed to say goodbye to you for five whole days when I’m addicted to your cock?” Millie murmurs against my lips, playfully sucking on my tongue, and holy fuck, her words do something to me, something I’ve never fucking felt before.
“Just my cock?” I pull back to look down at her, arching a teasing brow.
She winks at me, and man she’s beautiful. Heavy-lidded eyes full of lust, kiss-swollen lips, the pink that stains her cheeks, flushing all the way down her neck. My heart races, my dick fucking throbs, and as I tug down the duvet, every last part of my resolve slips away at the sight of her beautiful curves, peaked nipples, perfect fucking pussy right there just begging for me. I have to go. I’m going to cop a fine, or worse. But I’m also just a man, standing in front of the woman of his dreams, desperate as fuck to be inside her because her pussy is his new favorite obsession.
As if she can hear my silent deliberation, Millie flashes me a goading smile as she slides her feet up the mattress, knees bending before her thighs slowly fall apart, giving me a glimpse of just how fucking wet and swollen she is. Jesus fucking Christ. I drag a hand down my face, rubbing my chin, glancing at the time on the clock next to my bed. Fuck it.
As quick as I can, I unfasten my belt, popping the button on my trousers and tugging down the zipper. Millie’s eyes flare, her smirk devious.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I demand, my own voice scarily gruff because the things this woman does to me, she has no fucking idea.
“On my hands and knees?” she repeats, a lick of uncertainty in her tone.
“Hands and knees.” I nod. “Ass facing me. Now.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Millie moves, climbing up onto her hands and knees, and as she turns, presenting me with her ass, her glistening pussy right there, I have to close my eyes a moment to steel myself because Fuck. Me.
“Like this?”
I open my eyes to find her looking at me over shoulder, her eyes wide with innocence, and my heart clenches. “Yeah, baby. Just like that,” I murmur, rubbing my palm over the curve of one of her beautiful round ass cheeks. “Jesus…”
“Millie,” she says with an adorable little giggle.
My brows knit together when I meet her smiling gaze.
“Not Jesus,” she sasses.
I sniff a laugh, shaking my head, and rearing my hand back, I give her ass a playful slap, reveling in the way it makes her jump, makes her yelp, makes her stick her ass out even more, silently begging for another one I’m only too willing to oblige her with.
“Oh, I like that,” she says on a moan.
